Word: pecans
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...oasis of expensive Stetson hats and tailored twill trousers, herds of sleek Herefords, Angora goats and blooded horses, a fleet of Lincolns and a landing strip with a gleaming private plane, meals of venison steak, homemade bread and pecan pies, a heated pool and Muzak piping in The Yellow...
...folk singers called the Wanderers Three, and a performance by a local comedian named "Cactus" Pryor. And lying in wait for the Erhard palate were piles of pungent deer-meat sausage, snowy peaks of hominy grits, pits full of barbecued beef, and a rich chocolaty cake topped with coconut-pecan frosting made from a recipe brought to Texas by Germans who settled in nearby Fredericksburg...
...Senator Is Born. His profession was forecast on the very day that he was born in a little frame house among the pecan and sycamore trees on the banks of the Pedernales River near Stonewall, Texas. On that momentous occasion his grandfather, Sam Ealy Johnson, an old Indian fighter and cattleman, raced around on horseback announcing to everyone within range of his roar: "A United States Senator's been born to day." Lyndon inherited his interest in politics; both his grandfather and father were members of the Texas legislature...
...early June this year, a troop of plain-skirted, work-shirted college students pitched up in pecan-milling, cotton-ginning, very segregated Albany, Georgia, to make the revolution. There was a mass meeting soon after their arrival, and they were introduced to the other people as "friends who feel so deeply that segregation is a blot on our land that they have come down to help us destroy it." In the amen corner, old Mrs. Jones nodded her gray head beneath its round, straight hat, admiring, grave and grateful as if before a work of God: "Sacrificin' their summers...
Satire, or a bit of wit, might have given pop art a certain charm. But the pop artists do not expose the vulgar; they merely exploit it, down to the last pecan-covered butterscotch...